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"
Do
you
feel
ill
,
sir
?
"
I
inquired
.
"
Jane
,
I
've
got
a
blow
;
I
'
ve
got
a
blow
,
Jane
!
"
He
staggered
.
"
Oh
,
lean
on
me
,
sir
.
"
"
Jane
,
you
offered
me
your
shoulder
once
before
;
let
me
have
it
now
.
"
"
Yes
,
sir
,
yes
;
and
my
arm
.
"
He
sat
down
,
and
made
me
sit
beside
him
.
Holding
my
hand
in
both
his
own
,
he
chafed
it
;
gazing
on
me
,
at
the
same
time
,
with
the
most
troubled
and
dreary
look
.
"
My
little
friend
!
"
said
he
,
"
I
wish
I
were
in
a
quiet
island
with
only
you
;
and
trouble
,
and
danger
,
and
hideous
recollections
removed
from
me
.
"
"
Can
I
help
you
,
sir
?
--
I
'd
give
my
life
to
serve
you
.
"
"
Jane
,
if
aid
is
wanted
,
I
'll
seek
it
at
your
hands
;
I
promise
you
that
.
"
"
Thank
you
,
sir
.
Tell
me
what
to
do
,
--
I
'll
try
,
at
least
,
to
do
it
.
"
